Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
always when I want to live I cry out when life is leaving me I cling to him I say—life don’t go yet his
so this is the last poem for you there won’t be any more I said then I sealed the letter and dropped it into
there were just too many of you too many stones and storms too many hands and feet too much rain on the roof of